We hear and say quite about a Monday. It is the day we all dread. The day after Sunday, the last and final day of the weekend. But over here, the weekend is just two more everyday, days. So we talk about Monday. The weary thoughts set in. We don't want to go back to work. But the day ends, and if we just take the time to look up and a bit to the west....we might just take a long deep breath, then exhale. Soaking up all the goodness that the sky and our lands share with us.